I’ve experienced few things as thematically resonant as walking in an empty city on a rainy Sunday morning during a pandemic.
Days, weeks and months- if there were any age old institutions that fell this year it was these long established divisions of the calendar. The entire world paused halfway through March, and the timeless morass that followed could not be measured in these increments. It fell to each individual to make their own routine demarcations.
I separated 2020 into different walking routes; roughly eight different journeys which I stuck to for varying lengths. Some were brief; some felt like entire years unto themselves. These were those journeys.
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Even so many years later it’s hard to believe that all the events of 2009 happened within the span of twelve months. It’s not that there was some enormous quantity of them, but rather that the realities were so vastly different. I went from one fully defined paradigm to another in a matter of months, setting up my trajectory for the next decade almost immediately after finishing school.Continue reading
I’ve long looked back at this year through rose-coloured glasses, regarding it almost as highly as 2005 in terms of formative moments and general good times. A closer glance reveals that while it was still an eventful and important year, the best part wouldn’t come until all the way into September. There was a lot of mundane filler on the way there.Continue reading